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everyone did, where they were from, who they were, how they stood state-wise, and what they looked like. The last two we could remember, but the rest had to be relearned at later meetings. As we paused in Provo, two cute girls in red bandana blouses got on. One of them mentioned that her name was Venice. Over the loudspeaker, however, to some members of our group, it sounded as though she had said Venus, and so she remained. We discovered that Pearl Gardner was a racing driver, and that we had teachers, nurses, and for the most part students, among us. We learned that Marilyn Plowgian was really Plowg, and she plowged right in and gave us all our KP assignments. Then Bill Collete advised us, in his capacity as Maintenance Overseer, of our chore assignments. And Bob Parry gave us our crew assignments. And Charlene, really Chuck, gave us our cleanup assignments. By this time we had all finished our lunches, and with Bob Wilson on the Uke Instead of Ted, we sang quite well, especially after practicing on 36 verses of our favorite song: "Old Faithful, we roam the river together, Old Faithful, in any kind of weather. When this trip is done And we've had lots of fun With you, old Faithful, pal of mine." If you didn't, by any chance know it before, you knew it now. So we passed the day, settling down later to such indoor sports as Jeannie's little chess game, or a discussion with Pearl about salt flat racing, or geological map reading, or scenery watching, or napping, or lunch eating, or neighbor visiting. The hills turned to desert, which suddenly was broken by a colorful sign, and we realized that a civilization was near. After circling the park twice, our little expedition came in for a landing on the mall of the town of Green River, Utah. Since we couldn't pitch camp until after dark, we took advantage of the various facilities in town, such as ice cream stores, restaurants, etc. Some of us conquered the temptation to hike to the fascinating bluffs in the distance; and by the time the sun sank beneath a blazing sky, we had all reassembled at the park. We eagerly looked to our bed rolls; and as we were about to unroll en masse, on went the bright lights, and a rousing game of baseball began. -2-

Socotwa is a trip log of participant activities and photographs from a river rafting voyage through the Glen Canyon area of the Colorado River from June 11-19, 1958.
The name, Socotwa, comes from the South Cottonwood Ward of the LDS Church, which first started the trips.

everyone did, where they were from, who they were, how they stood state-wise, and what they looked like. The last two we could remember, but the rest had to be relearned at later meetings. As we paused in Provo, two cute girls in red bandana blouses got on. One of them mentioned that her name was Venice. Over the loudspeaker, however, to some members of our group, it sounded as though she had said Venus, and so she remained. We discovered that Pearl Gardner was a racing driver, and that we had teachers, nurses, and for the most part students, among us. We learned that Marilyn Plowgian was really Plowg, and she plowged right in and gave us all our KP assignments. Then Bill Collete advised us, in his capacity as Maintenance Overseer, of our chore assignments. And Bob Parry gave us our crew assignments. And Charlene, really Chuck, gave us our cleanup assignments. By this time we had all finished our lunches, and with Bob Wilson on the Uke Instead of Ted, we sang quite well, especially after practicing on 36 verses of our favorite song: "Old Faithful, we roam the river together, Old Faithful, in any kind of weather. When this trip is done And we've had lots of fun With you, old Faithful, pal of mine." If you didn't, by any chance know it before, you knew it now. So we passed the day, settling down later to such indoor sports as Jeannie's little chess game, or a discussion with Pearl about salt flat racing, or geological map reading, or scenery watching, or napping, or lunch eating, or neighbor visiting. The hills turned to desert, which suddenly was broken by a colorful sign, and we realized that a civilization was near. After circling the park twice, our little expedition came in for a landing on the mall of the town of Green River, Utah. Since we couldn't pitch camp until after dark, we took advantage of the various facilities in town, such as ice cream stores, restaurants, etc. Some of us conquered the temptation to hike to the fascinating bluffs in the distance; and by the time the sun sank beneath a blazing sky, we had all reassembled at the park. We eagerly looked to our bed rolls; and as we were about to unroll en masse, on went the bright lights, and a rousing game of baseball began. -2-